Incendiary (Inferno 4)

Chapter Thirteen

The absolute willpower it’s taking me not to laugh at how he’s reacting to getting his dick sucked for the first time is astounding.

It’s his turn to be on the table with his sister’s head bobbing over his lap, and I’ve had to push her back a few times to keep her from having a mouth full of cum.

But he seems to be doing a little better the third time around, and Skylar seems to be enjoying herself now too.

I watch carefully as she gently wraps a hand around his sac and squeezes it while continuing to move her mouth up and down his dick.

Richter’s entire body is flushed red and he’s sweating more than I’ve ever seen anyone do before, but he’s learning now and that’s what counts.

If you give, you should receive.

One of the charming little ditties taught to me by Taylee.

I let out a sigh as I rest a hand on the table and continue watching Skylar.

Richter lets out another strangled moan as he sucks in his stomach and his sister pulls her mouth off his dick.

“Good girl,” I tell her in approval.

She can tell now when he’s ready to come and she knows I don’t want any of that shit in her mouth.

Not yet.

That’s something for them to decide when they’re husband and wife later on.

She runs her hand up and down his dick with a vigor that makes me proud. She’ll be a good wife to him after all and I don’t think I’ll have to worry about them much longer.

It depends on how much effort he’s willing to put into things now, it seems.

When he lets out a whimper, Skylar moves her hand faster and faster until he finally gasps and covers her hand in the hot, sticky liquid that shoots from the head of his dick.

“Here,” I say as I grab her hand and pull it away from him.

She looks up at me as she takes the napkin and wipes her hand clean. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome. You’re learning fast, Skylar,” I commend her with a ruffle of her hair.

I lean over and slap the boy’s sweaty thigh, motion for him to get dressed, and start walking back to my chair when she grips my forearm.

Raising an eyebrow, I look down at her fingers, then into her eyes and wait.

“Can I do anything for you, Daddy?” she asks me timidly.

“Yeah, you can clean up this mess,” I say, nodding toward the tablecloth. “Strip the table and go wash this, then set it again with fresh everything.”

I start to move when she gives me a gentle tug.

“Anything else?” she asks breathlessly.

“Spit it out, girl. What is that you want?” I ask her irritably.

Her eyes cut toward her brother before they return to me. He’s finally got his damn pants pulled up and his pecker put away.

Skylar lets go of my arm and takes a step closer to me, reaching for the belt buckle on my jeans.

I put one hand on my hip and the other on the table to balance myself as she pulls the belt free, then pulls down my zipper.